I´d love to see James White´s Orbit Hospital made into a TV series. It´s Star Trek AND House.
Basically, the proposition is that in a federation of the most diverse sentients – breathing water, methane, fluorine, or oxygen, living in environments from near vacuum to high pressure and radiation, from near 0° Kelvin to heat that boils metal – the governments have jointly funded a hospital in space where members of every species (and the occasional unidentified new first contact) can be treated and their native environment simulated. To visit their patients, doctors and nurses often have to don environmental suits.
Doctors who need information on a particular species temporarily imprint personality records of that species´ doctors on their own brains. With the knowledge, they also take on cultural quirks, fears and basic instincts, which may clash violently in a person with multiple records slotted in their brain. This is what makes up a lot of the side action; getting a lunch at the cafeteria can be an adventure in itself if you have both an exclusively carnivorous and a vegetarian record spooking your taste buds. (Not to mention finding a suitable chair at rush hours, one that will not break your back or spike your bottom. Too much to hope finding an unoccupied one that was actually made for your species.)
And witness Dr Conway slotting a crustacean mind and getting bouts of panic at night before realising that, of course, anyone with a flat carapace will panic if lying on their back. Afterwards, when operating on his patient, he is distracted by the lovely sexy pattern on the crustacean nurse´s pincers to the point of being unable to perform the surgery properly.